There are a few things I'm banking on you delivering this year. This month I'll be in charge of training a new employee. When February rolls around I'll see the end of my job at the eye doctor. Come April I'll see my little boy in person. July will be my one year wedding anniversary.
But there are many things that I don't know. Will this new batch of months bring with it a house all our own? Less stress than years past, and more time to accomplish the things that are important to me?
Will I finally paint those dressers that I've been saying I was going to paint for the last six months? Will my house actually be clean when I'm not going to work every day, or is that just a silly fantasy I've painted myself? Will I have more energy to write, play guitar, decorate, invite people over, and cook?
There are things I'd like to do this year. I'd like to get back to reading my Bible again. I fell off the band wagon the last few months of the old year. I'd like to keep my house in better shape more often. I'd like to be kinder, and less prone to random bouts of grief and anger. I'm hoping April takes care of that issue for me. I'd like to be healthy. Healthier than I've been in all the other years. I'd like to learn. Learn about children more than what my sisters have shown me. Learn how to nurture and cultivate their growth into something beautiful and healthy. I'd like to find a better solution for some of the health problems that have reared their ugly head last year. I'd like to devote more time to my creative side; to writing, and reading, and playing songs, and rearranging everything in the house until it looks like a picture from a magazine.
And eyeliner. I will conquer the winged eyeliner this year, if it is the last thing I do.
So here's hoping and praying that I actually accomplish half of this. That you're a good year. That you bring growth and happiness along with you. That you're more than just a new set of numbers, but a new life. That maybe this year some of the resolutions made might actually be kept.
And may we never lose the ability to write somber pieces and mix random gifs in at the most inappropriate moments.
